Bare Branches in Spring
Cragged boughs reach skyward, arms stretched,Straining for the light,for that blistering blue,For the mirror-bright facet of a jewel. Fingers splay wide but the wind buffets joints,Bending them to the breaking point.Trunks break like brittle bones.Arms crack and splinter under the strain. Twigs shed like so many feathers,Littering avenue and forest floor with pine-thick fronds,The discarded…
